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J. Neira
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J. Neira @jneiraauthor.bsky.social · Sep 3
Thank you, Eryn! 🖤 I would like to tell everyone about the latest release from @gravesidepress.bsky.social What Lurks is a cryptid horror anthology featuring 29 stories + art! My story is about el Chupacabra.

#HorrorWritersChat

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What Lurks: A Cryptid Anthology | Graveside Press
A Cryptid Anthology cryptid noun cryp·tid plural cryptids : an animal (such as Sasquatch or the Loch Ness Monster) that has been claimed to exist, but never proven to exist by scientific means. The...
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J. Neira @jneiraauthor.bsky.social · 10h
Thank you for hosting! 🖤
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Concluding? Oh please! The Phantasmal Symposium’s work is eternal, as is the thirst for alive souls! We are simply twirling away elsewhere…

Now is your time to join us! What do you write? In what crypts can we peruse it? What more do you have to share?

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. The Orchestra Has Performed Their Final Piece! The Symposium hopes you enjoyed our ghastly arrangement in this music hall! There is no algorithm here – visibility is reliant on your engagement. Have you answered the questions? Do you have something to share? Promote below, and share each others’ posts! The orchestra shall resume its operations… next week. #HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
"The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears. Now, your hands are frozen onto your pickaxe, the tool stuck in the noxious earth.

"Your heartbeat quickens. You can feel frosty, dagger-sharp nails sinking into your neck."

#HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Stabby @yorkshiregabby.bsky.social · 11h
"Here lies Goopy Todd, who lived as he died." #horrorwriterschat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Rami Ungar the Writer @ramiungarwriter.bsky.social · 11h
"From every coffin and tomb,
Dance out your greatest fears,
And like Vincent Price said,
They're closing in to seal your room!"
#HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Blair Shedd @onegemini.com · 11h
#HorrorWritersChat

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.

Scratched, cracked rock betray their years.

How long have I been here, I wonder.

The stones know, waiting to tear me asunder."
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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HD Beird @thebeird.bsky.social · 11h
#HorrorWritersChat

The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears

And then your pants fell down and the dead laughed hard enough to summon tears!
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Rebecca Cantrell @rebeccacantrell.bsky.social · 11h
And yet you persisted, walking to your fate, skirts gathered in one pale hand. Delivering yourself to the monster at the appointed time to save your family, little knowing that you were dooming each generation to carry forward the curse #horrorwriterschat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Amber Hathaway, Little White Flowers author @amber-hathaway.bsky.social · 11h
The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears. Your heart hammered your ribcage as you sprinted toward the tomb perched at the top of the hill. No!

A heavy mist drifted from the vault, and you sank to your knees. Too late.

#HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Villimey Mist @villimeymist.bsky.social · 11h
"Your arms twitch above your head, your legs swaying to an invisible beat of ghoulish symphony.

Now, you join us in dance. Dance Macabre."

#HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Ian @deathyboy.bsky.social · 11h
#horrorwriterschat This was followed by my tears as the flames seared my ears and the cheers that followed as the gears churned cuing the burn that turned… well, it fucking sucked to be honest.
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Viva La Vivian @vivalavivian.bsky.social · 11h
Be it rotten flesh or dusty bones against thy stones, doesn't matter, illusions shatter, once you see shadows dancing to a ghostly tune you've never heard, and yet, you have, for it was always going to play for you, for us, one day, the song plays for all of us, dust to dust.

#HorrorWriterschat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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J.D. Buffington @jdbuffington.com · 11h
Q4: #HorrorWritersChat
“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

“You’re not a king of yellow but a Xanthic bard, and only stories shall you tell for the rest of all years.”
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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A Local Cryptid @michelleheller.bsky.social · 11h
#HorrorWritersChat
You weren't sure where the sound came from at first; not until it continued enough to lure you to a magnificent tomb. Intricate statues carved into the structure stared at you with lifeless, rough eyes, one reaching out. The last thing you remember is taking its hand.
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Kimberly Davis Basso @kdbwrites.bsky.social · 11h
The moment you entered the graveyard,
the scrape of ancient stone
shadowed your ears.
Rest sweet child,
as No One slips into your soul,
and Nothing waits to sip your tears…

#HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Mark Guyer (fiction) / Dustin Pinney (non-fiction) @markguyer.bsky.social · 11h
…You turn to leave, only to find that the gate is missing and the graveyard extends to infinity in all directions.

The stone thumps onto the thick, overgrown grass.

“You never visit me anymore,” the crone wines.

“Now you’ll stay with your grandmother FOREVER!”

#horrorwriterschat
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Rosé Black @roseblack2222.bsky.social · 11h
#HorrorWritersChat And as I saw the first of the graves being out of with rotting hands of those hungry for the living, My friends and I were like "Fuck this shit", got in our car and left the graveyard in our mirror view of rear.
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Oli Jacobs - Author @olijbooks.bsky.social · 11h
Rhyme? Oh Christ…

The moment you entered the graveyard,
The scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears,
For the lure of an elegantly talented bard,
Washed away all your past and future fears…

That’s all I have in this short space.

#Horrorwriterschat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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J. Neira @jneiraauthor.bsky.social · 11h
Love it. ❤️ 😂
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Martin Shannon - Rare Book Author @martinshannon.bsky.social · 11h
"The moment you entered the graveyard," the skeleton said, "The scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears."

"What'd you put in my ears?!" Martin slapped at his head. "Don't be putting shit in my ears!"

"No. It was poetic! I was saying--"

"Not cool messing with a guy's ears."
#HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Four There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you! “The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.” Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse! No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Mark Guyer (fiction) / Dustin Pinney (non-fiction) @markguyer.bsky.social · 11h
It depends on the ghost.

Just a spooky thing that makes you nervous: house, preferably a spare room.

A lonely spirit with depression: abandoned places that should bring joy — theater, cinema, an empty town.

Scary ghosts: Marching down Main Street, big as a house and hungry.

#horrorwriterschat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Two Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why? No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Blair Shedd @onegemini.com · 11h
#HorrorWritersChat

I've never been an urban explorer, as I live pretty rural, but run-down, old, disused buildings intrigue me. The stories they held, and the stories they now tell.
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Two Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why? No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Anna Verner, Fantasy Author @annavernerauthor.bsky.social · 11h
#HorrorWritersChat

Knowing a few people that are not well at the moment, Hospitals can be weird places, especially at night when you hear nurses walking up and down the corridors creating shadows under the door, stopping outside your room to read your chart, (At least I hope that's who it is).
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Two Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why? No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Sonia Sulaiman is an Ignyte Award Finalist @soniasulaiman.bsky.social · 11h
Q2:

I use a lot of villages, so I often wonder if my strain would be considered folk horror. There’s a lot of cosmic comeuppance and justice debuted themes thinking back on it.

#HorrorWritersChat
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
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Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Two Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why? No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Rami Ungar the Writer @ramiungarwriter.bsky.social · 11h
Big, historic houses and haunted prisons are my favorite places to haunt! And hunt. I do a lot of ghost hunting in those sorts of locations.
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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. Question Two Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why? No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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Tashi Saheb-Ettaba @tashise.bsky.social · 11h
Well, I’m always cheering for the vengeful ghost ladies who unleash their wrath upon their slimy husbands/lovers.

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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 11h
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
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Question Three Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery. It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators? No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag! #HorrorWritersChat
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